Bandhunta Izzy feat. Key Glock – Boomin (Music Video)

Lyrics for “Boomin” performed by Bandhunta Izzy feat. Key Glock

Young boss n*gga and you know it I be running up a check like Nike I be rockin’ that Gucci mane, got me feeling like Wop Yeah n*gga really so icy

Got a chopstick in the glizzy Got a whole drum in the draco I don’t go to no gym, I don’t do no work I was bored, young n*gga move weight though

Trap house boomin’ like Metro No ref but I stay with a TEC though I done did a lot of dirt in my life already I don’t know what I keep getting blessed for..

Really so icy like Brick Squad Got double-G from my head to my feet Hit up your girl when my dick hard Price on my closet will cost you a key I really be flexing, they love it Boy I’m a boss, you a puppet

We really was killing the trap Double the work when I cut it Shine so hard make the sun mad Price too high, I don’t want that f*ck around, make a n*gga front that

Change up my number, ain’t gettin’ sh*t back He was talking too crazy so f*ck that Ran off on him now he hurtin’ Cut up that dope like a surgeon Fiend caught snitching so I had to get him out of there Made it too strong on purpose

Look at me flexing, you cost me a lot, boy I’m telling you Get you some guap what you better do All of this trapping we doing it really be crazy We lucky we don’t make it federal Do the race on ’em, Tay-K Banana clip on my AK Shoot up sh*t like I’m AZae First of the month, payday

Young boss n*gga and you know it I be running up a check like Nike I be rockin’ that Gucci mane, got me feeling like Wop Yeah n*gga really so icy

Got a chopstick in the glizzy Got a whole drum in the draco I don’t go to no gym, I don’t do no work I was bored, young n*gga move weight though

Trap house boomin’ like Metro No ref but I stay with a TEC though I done did a lot of dirt in my life already I don’t know what I keep getting blessed for..

Playing with the blocks, Legos Play with a Glock, better lay low Got a couple shooters on payroll And they do whatever I say so My milf b*tch thick like J-Lo Knock a n*gga out, KO

I’m hood rich, shopping in Rodeo Still put a whole in a n*gga’s bagel I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ the bag I’m f*cking your b*tch, got you mad Bend her over, three point stance Old dead mans bust out my pants

Michael Jackson, I’m bad Four-five, Jordan, I’m back Yeah b*tch I ball to the max Shoppin’ at Saks, got it all off a sack Young rich n*gga, you know it Flex on a n*gga like Floyd

It’s not a car, it’s a toy I been a man, you a boy B*tch n*gga should’ve been aborted I do it big like the Taurus Show you a lot like a tourist Let the chopper kick, Chuck Norris

Young boss n*gga and you know it I be running up a check like Nike I be rockin’ that Gucci mane, got me feeling like Wop Yeah n*gga really so icy

Got a chopstick in the glizzy Got a whole drum in the draco I don’t go to no gym, I don’t do no work I was bored, young n*gga move weight though

Trap house boomin’ like Metro No ref but I stay with a TEC though I done did a lot of dirt in my life already I don’t know what I keep getting blessed for…